Captured in Ajikistan 5

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CAPTURED IN AJIKISTAN 5 – NIGHTMARE ORGY

A SHORT TIME EARLIER…

The General Aamir ushered Sandy into the gigantic tent at the end of the de facto thoroughfare that bisected camp, dozens of tents ranged on either side. A beaded curtain cordoned off the rest of the enormous tent as soon as they came in, making the space seem almost claustrophobic. Judging from the displeasure on the General’s fat face, he was impatiently wondering what was keeping Layla and his man Kasim.

Now he cupped Sandy’s chin roughly and pressed the barrel of his pistol to her shaved pussy.

“You wait here, little cunt. You stand here like a good bitch. If you wander off, I’ll cut off your tits. Understand?” His hand slid down from Sandy’s chin to cup one of her gorgeous breasts for emphasis.

Terrified, Sandy was already nodding.

“I won’t move, Sir. Please don’t hurt me.”

With a sudden, sadistic grin, the General slipped two fingers into the girl’s snatch, rubbing her clit as his face pressed to hers for a kiss. Sandy opened her mouth, kissing him dully as his tongue passionately swept between her lips to relish in her taste. After what seemed like an eternity, he slowly disengaged his mouth from hers.

“Mmm. Good bitch. You behave.” Only after the vile man had turned and vanished through the tent flap did Sandy realize she had been holding her breath. With a sigh of relief, the captive tried to think of what she could do to get out of here. Running around naked with bound wrists wouldn’t get her far, and it might very well get her killed. She stood there waiting, wondering, wracking her brain for a solution which wouldn’t come.

‘How could I have been so naïve?’ she thought. Working for Hearts Healing Conflict had seemed like a dream come true to the idealistic girl. An NGO like HHC seemed to offer the perfect adventure: Travel and see the world. Help others. Be selfless and selfish at the same time. It had seemed almost too good to be true. Now Sandy knew the awful reality.

It was.

She stood there for what might have been just a few minutes, but in captivity time seemed to stretch like putty, moving at the agonizing pace of an overburdened slug. Until it didn’t. Suddenly the tent flap exploded inward, and the General Aamir was there, his hand fisted around the end of Layla’s chain. There she was. Layla was still alive.

‘Thank god,’ Sandy thought. She wasn’t sure why relief flooded through her so completely just now, but it did. She wanted to hug the other girl right now, but then she sensed that something was wrong. There was a new hollow, haunted look in Layla’s eyes. The pretty brunette’s gaze held hers for just a moment before going downcast.

“You two cunts stay here. I have preparations to make,” the General growled. He deftly unfastened the gag in Layla’s mouth and tossed it aside. “And do not wander off.” He eyed the blonde. “Tell your friend what will happen to you both if you disobey.”

“Yes Master,” Sandy said meekly.

As soon as the General had stormed off, Sandy catapulted forward. Her hands clasped Layla’s.

“Are you okay?”

The naked brunette shuddered. “I think so.” She leaned toward Sandy, and the two captives engaged in an awkward hug – as close to a hug as they could manage with their wrists chained in front of them. Layla rested her head on Sandy’s shoulder and wept.

“What’s wrong?”

“That…that General…he’s a psycho.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Sandy said bitterly.

“I mean it’s even worse than you think. Just now I saw… I saw him shoot his own man for disobeying. Kasim…he’s dead.”

“Dead?” Sandy gasped.

Layla was trembling again.

“He just shot him… like he was nothing.”

The girls had known that life was cheap in the war-torn country of Ajikistan, but now Sandy realized just how cheap.

“Shot him? Why?” Sandy asked with disbelief.

“For…for dawdling. For just the littlest of things. After he let me wash up, Kasim wanted to…he wanted to lick my pussy and he…” Layla’s eyes snapped shut in disgust as she remembered the pleasure coursing through her veins. “He licked and sucked me until I… until I came in his mouth, and then not long after the General came in, and he was furious! He grabbed Kasim by the throat, threw him against the wall. Then he just pulled out his pistol and shot him!” Layla’s haunted expression now made a mountain of sense to Sandy as she tried to comfort her friend.

She kissed the top of Layla’s head as the brunette huddled against her.

“SHHH. It’s okay, Layla. We’ll find a way out of this.”

‘That’s nothing but a big, fat lie,’ Sandy reminded herself, but she kept up a brave front for her friend. Perhaps it was easier for Sandy to keep up the façade of optimism since she was the only one of the four captured aid workers who hadn’t been raped yet.

Of course, all of that would be changing very soon.

The two girls huddled next to each other for comfort for what seemed like an hour but probably wasn’t nearly that long. Sandy spoke to Layla in hushed tones, and between the two of them, they came up with a rough, desperate plan. It was a plan that required a great deal of luck. Plus, if the opportunity never emerged, they would never be able to put it into action regardless…but at least it was something.

Finally, after the anticipation and dread had been mounting for the better part of an hour, after the two girls had had to listen to the increased activity of men moving about the camp, the outer tent flap at last opened again. The General Aamir’s bulky form, his sweat-stained uniform plastered to his torso, was pushing forward, and now he sported a smug and malicious grin.

“Well now, ladies,” he said with a jeer, “all the arrangements have been made. You two lucky little slaves get to entertain me and Commander Hakim this night. Consider yourselves fortunate.” He strode forward, one hand taking an end of each of the girl’s leashes. “This way.” Yanking on the chains, Aamir brought the two girls in stumbling after him through the beaded curtain, and what they saw made both girls go pale.

The long, rectangular tent had to be almost half the length of a football field and just as wide. A sort of two-sided gauntlet had been created…out of naked soldiers – 100 of them! The men had discarded their army fatigues in great, messy piles on either side of the tent. General Aamir had split them into two distinct groups. They were arranged in two parallel lines. Along the left side of the tent was a line of 25 men laying down, their cocks erect. Meanwhile on the right side of the tent there was a line of another 25 naked men, their cocks just as hard. Beyond the first 25 men on either side were another 25, only these men were standing up. All 100 sets of eyes now fastened onto the two naked captives standing near the entrance. Those lust-filled soldiers’ gazes seemed to rove over ever curve.

Sandy and Layla had never felt so exposed before. They had literally never been naked in front of so many people before, let alone such savage, lust-filled men. Now they felt the aroused stares of the crowd of soldiers lingering on each of their exposed and freshly shaved cunts.

“Welcome,” a familiar voice called from the far end of the tent. “Welcome to HELL.”

There, at the very end of this obscene gauntlet of naked soldiers, Commander Hakim sat upright at the end of a massive four-post bed elaborately carved with vivid Arab motifs. He was every bit as bare as all of his soldiers except for the signature turban atop his skull. Now he flexed his muscular body and eyed the two American girls with a sly, predatory look. The girl who Sandy and Layla recognized from earlier, the petite teenage slave-girl named Kareena, stood at the foot of the bed, naked as before, her eyes downcast. The only change to her appearance was that now the dark-haired slave’s wrists were chained behind her instead of in front of her. The sexy girl’s pretty, small yet well-rounded breasts were like little stress balls to the Commander as he stood up from the bed and approached her from behind, cupping those supple cones and kneading them like dough.

The girl groaned as he kissed the top of her head and kept squeezing her teenage tits.

“Would you prefer I caned your pussy some more? Is that a complaint I’m sensing?” he said with warning lacing every word.

“No, Master,” Kareena chirped obediently. “My breasts belong to you, Master. Please play with them,” she groaned as he continued to squeeze and fondle them to his sadistic heart’s content. Finally, seeming to tire of the game, the Commander abruptly withdrew his hands form his slave’s tits. With a violent jab, he slapped his hand between Kareena’s legs, undoubtedly scoring a perfect blow to her already sore and swollen cunt lips. The teenager yelped and staggered to her knees. To Sandy and Layla’s amazement, the young girl stayed kneeling, panting loudly, her chest heaving as she stared up at her Master, awaiting his next command.

“Very good, little one. You withstood the pain well. For that you get a reward.” First he undid Kareena’s wrist shackles. The girl looked at him in surprise, for he almost never left her unchained. Now Hakim stepped behind the bed and came back with a long, obscene object in his hands. It was a vibrator, sleek and made of rubber with a ribbing along the sides for added friction and stimulation. He turned it to ‘On’ at the maximum setting and handed it to the wide-eyed girl. As she held the buzzing device in her hands, the Commander cupped her chin, his face now mere inches from hers.

“I want you to stuff this deep in your pussy and finger yourself, bitch. I want you to moan and CUM for us, again and AGAIN, as you watch those two American sluts get exactly what they deserve. I want you to watch them take all those hard cocks and show everyone how horny it makes you feel. Repeat after me now….” Next, Hakim said words almost too degrading to bear, but Kareena repeated them without hesitation, looking obediently at her Master.

“Commander, I will pump this shaft inside my little pussy and get it drenched in my juices as I watch these American whores get raped by your finest soldiers.”

Hakim caressed the girl’s face. It was disturbing how lovingly he stroked her face just now.

“Yes, I want you to show me what a true SLUT you are, Kareena. You do this now, you provide the background music to tonight’s rape orgy, and I will give you even greater rewards later on. Do you understand?”

Kareena’s beautiful, innocent face was nodding obediently. Right away she slid the vibrator between her swollen cunt lips. With a groan of pain, she let it slide into her cunt. Then, as she began to gingerly finger herself, thrusting the vibe in and out of her sex, that groan began to shift into something else. Gradually a sound of wetness and suction began to fill the tent as she fucked herself with the vibrator. She knelt there, a heavy-lidded expression morphing her face as she showed that she was finally beyond shame. The girl’s nipples now hardened into two tiny pink beads.

“Uhhh…” Kareena began to moan. “Ahhh!” Her fingers worked her clit faster and faster as she thrust the buzzing shaft deep into her snatch.

Standing back up now, Hakim ignored the girl as if it she was just a piece of furniture. Now he began striding forward down the central aisle of the tent, surveying his naked soldiers positioned on either side. At last he paused at the end of the aisle. He clapped his hands together before spreading his arms wide.

“So, where was I?” he said with an amused look at the two American captives. He then gave a polite nod to General Aamir. “Ah yes. Welcome to hell, girls. My friend General Aamir has prepared a special event for you two.” He turned to the General with a smirk. “Would you care to explain tonight’s entertainment?”

General Aamir’s rugged face beamed with sadistic mirth.

“Why, thank you, Commander. Nothing would please me more.” He snapped his fingers and two more soldiers stalked into the tent. They were the only other fully clothed men in the room, and each of them carried a nine-tailed whip with braided tendrils tipped with hardened resin beads.

“I would like you to meet Khalif and Ahmed. They will be tonight’s ‘referees.’”

Layla and Sandy exchanged a look of unease.

“Wh-what do you mean, Master?” Sandy said, her heart pounding.

“These men will ensure that you participate in tonight’s events with proper enthusiasm. If your enthusiasm flags or proves less than impressive, their whips will soon start slapping across female flesh. You understand?”

Both girls nodded quickly.

“Let me hear you say it,” General Aamir growled.

“Yes, Master!” they said in unison. Layla looked at the endless line of cocks fully elongated and waiting for her, and it nearly sent her to her knees. She was trembling again, scared out of her wits. Sandy tried not to show it, but she was equally afraid. She was staring at the long line of naked soldiers on her side of the tent, their shafts so hard for her. The instinct to run was like an alarm screeching in her head.

“Tonight we will have a competition,” the General shouted so that all in the tent could hear. “The blonde cunt will take the right side and the brunette bitch will take the left side.” He turned to Sandy, pointing at the men laying down, the 25 on her side. “You will each fuck the first 25 men on your side, one by one. They will lay there and let you do all the work. After you have made each of them come one by one, you will then move on to the 25 men standing. You will then suck the cock of each of them, making them come in your mouth or all over your body, one by one.” He paused, making sure they understood, relishing in the looks of disbelief on each girl’s face.

“Now the slave who reaches the end of her line of 50 soldiers first gets a REWARD. The slave who reaches the end of her line of 50 men last gets a PUNISHMENT. Are there any questions?”

Layla’s bottom lip quivered, and so did her voice.

“Wh-what happens to the loser, Master?”

The General’s eyes gleamed as he smiled, and the smile had no warmth in it.

“That is a surprise, bitch. You want to find out, you’ll have to find out the HARD way,” he said with a dark chuckle.

Now, stepping back, the General nodded to Ahmed on Layla’s side and to Khalif on Sandy’s side. The two enforcers gripped their whip handles tightly, walked to their appointed sides, and waited. Just before anticipation could mount, though, something happened. There was a brief cascade of chuckling from the men at the sound of the interruption.

“Oh god! Oooohhhh fuck!” Kareena moaned as the first orgasm of what would be many began coursing through her young body. She was quaking, her fluids streaming down the vibe, her mouth opened in O-shaped rapture.

“The little cunt is already coming. Let us hope you perform as well,” the General murmured to the two girls. Now, fixing the two naked captives with a hardened stare, General Aamir suddenly shouted.

“You may begin!” When the two slaves hesitated, gaping and still processing what was being asked of them, Aamir shouted again.

“I said start fucking!”

When they still seemed slow to move, Ahmed and Khalif exploded into action. The loud sounds of the whips slapping against each girl’s ass cheeks got the two captives moving in a hurry.

Sandy rushed over to the first soldier laying on her side, a man named Haseem. She straddled his cock swiftly, positioning his bulbous head at the entrance to her pussy with her shackled hands. Plunging down that shaft, she felt his cock stabbing upward toward her cervix and experienced the first sensation of having her cunt raped by a real cock. She began humping it roughly, grinding her hips as she pumped her snatch up and down with zeal.

“Uhhh!!!” she groaned, her large breasts jiggling as she fucked. “Please cum inside me. Please give me your seed!”

The man named Haseem looked at her unimpressed, hands pillowed behind his head, eyeing her cunt as it slid down to encase every inch of his prick.

“You call that fucking, whore? Is this the lovey-dovey shit you prissy Americans show your tiny-dicked boyfriends? You can do better than that, bitch. You want my cum, you’ll have to work for it.” Sandy moaned as her ass bounced up and down, her body gyrating atop the cock of her first soldier, desperately hoping that she could please him quickly.

Meanwhile, on the left side of the tent, Layla had chosen a different approach. She briefly leaned over, traipsing her tongue up the side of her soldier’s dick. His name was Jurune. She licked up the side of Jurune’s cock, smothered it briefly with a loud slurping sound, her hand pumping it at the base. When it looked especially hard, veins pulsing all along its surface, she began to straddle him. Now unlike Sandy, Layla chose to face away from her man. He had a perfect view of her cunt slamming down onto his cock with her ass bobbing up and down, and she was moaning loudly.

“Yes. Fuck me. Rape my pussy, Sir. Oooohh!!! Your cock feels so good inside me,” she crooned.

Both girls were humping the cock of their first soldier with wild abandon now. The sounds of bodies slapping together, cunts slamming down onto hardened pricks, now filled the tent.

Commander Hakim watched the budding entertainment with interest. He strode back toward Kareena now. He leaned down behind her. His hand rested on the nape of her neck, gently stroking the skin there as she moaned out her next orgasm. She was shuddering violently, spurting down the length of the vibrator.

“Uhhhh!! Oh god. I’m cumming again, Master,” she sighed.

“Mmm. Good, little whore. Keep up the good work,” he said. As he kept stroking her neck, he asked her, “What do you think, slut? Are you jealous of the two American cunts? Be honest.”

Kareena looked at him. “No, Master. Your cock is the only cock I will ever need.”

‘Good answer’, he thought. Hakim smiled and patted her hair like a man might pat the head of a pet.

“Good girl.” He stood up and continued watching the show.

Layla’s cunt lips formed a tight seal around Jurune’s shaft. As she slammed down onto him with a violent plunge, the soldier roared a guttural cry of release.

“AAAHHH!! Fuck!”

Layla kept her cunt pressed to his crotch until the final spurt of sperm had been emptied deep inside her snatch. Then she lifted herself off of him and quickly approached the next man. Taking the same approach, she fisted the base of his cock roughly, pumping it as her tongue twirled around the tip of his penis. Then she sucked that tip hard, prepping him for her pussy. She straddled him now, engulfing his cock with her cunt as she slammed her hips down. She then proceeded to fuck him with the same zeal as the first man, using the same reverse cowgirl style. He seemed to enjoy the view every bit as much as the first man, watching gleefully as those cunt lips clung to the sides of his erection, sliding up and down at a furious, breakneck pace.

“Yes. Yes!! Give me all of your cock,” Layla shouted.

Poor Sandy was already falling behind. Fear pricked her scalp.

The man Haseem was reaching up, cupping her breasts as she slammed her sex onto him again and again, her cunt impaling itself with desperation.

“OOoohhhh! I love your cock, Master. Please empty your seed inside my wet pussy!” the blonde girl moaned, hoping her words would spur him to ejaculation. Instead Haseem, a man with incredible stamina, merely laid back and enjoyed fondling the sexiest pair of tits he had ever seen. This went on for another fifteen minutes. Despair surged in Sandy’s heart as she heard Layla’s second soldier shouting out as he came hard inside her. Layla was already mounting her third soldier. The busty blonde pressed her shackles wrists to Haseem’s chest even harder for leverage and was now slamming down onto him so violently that the loud smacking sound of their bodies joining echoed throughout the tent.

“I’m a worthless slave cunt. Please empty your cum in my worthless slave pussy!” Sandy shouted forlornly. “I need your seed deep inside me, oh please, Master. Please!” Finally, as her cunt vacuumed up his cock with a loud smack, she felt him straining inside of her. Yes, he was almost there. Sandy gyrated her hips and impaled her pussy with three more violent lunges, and then it happened. She rested on his lap as his cock fountained a geyser of warm, sticky Arab jism right up her snatch. She felt so dirty, so used, as the soldier’s cum filled up her cunt, but the need to survive urged her on to the next cock.

“OOoohhh thank you Sir,” she sighed. He had hardly finished spurting inside her, but already the blonde was quickly crawling over to the next man. She knew she had a great deal of ground to make up. Layla was now on her fourth man just as Sandy began humping the shaft of her second soldier. The competition went on like this for another hour and a half as the girls kept impaling their cunts roughly on the soldiers’ cocks. It got to the point where, with Layla on her 14th cock and Sandy on her 12th manhood, the two girls had cum dribbling out of their soaked pussies almost nonstop.

“Yes, yes! Empty your seed deep inside me, Master. Ooohh!!!” Sandy cooed as, taking a page out of Layla’s playbook, had had switched it up and now humped a cock in the reverse cowgirl position. Her beautiful, shapely ass made the man’s cock vanish, her cunt gripping it like a vice as he roared and gushed inside her. Feeling his viscous jism quickly fill her, Sandy crawled to the next man, cum oozing from her gaping sex.

Layla, meanwhile, seeing that her 14th soldier was a huge admirer of breasts, was humping on his lap, letting him suck on her tits as she fucked him. With a groan she felt him spurt inside her, another blast of cum painting her insides as she felt more soiled than ever. But there was no time to dwell on the humiliation of it, only the need to win.

Neither girl wanted to find out what was in store for the loser. They knew all too well that the General Aamir’s ideas of punishment could be as imaginative as they were vicious. The forced humiliating orgy continued for another hour, until each girl began to tire. Ahmed and Khalif had to use the incentive of their whips at last. As Layla mounted and began fucking her 24th cock, with Sandy on her 23rd cock, the men began to whip the two sexy girls to spur them on.

“AYYY!! Please, I’m trying!” Layla squealed as Ahmed’s whip smacked across her supple cones. Her tits jiggled as the whip slapped into them again, and again Layla screeched.

“OK! I’m fucking him harder. I’m doing it! Please stop!” Layla shouted. Her hands pressed to the man’s chest as her cunt slurped up his cock, nestling it deep inside her warmth, and she ground atop him with fervent dedication.

Sandy was crying out as Khalif’s whip slammed into her backside.

“You’re fading, bitch. Try harder,” Khalif growled.

“OW! Ok, please, I’m doing the best I can,” Sandy wailed plaintively. “I’m exhausted.” She was in reverse cowgirl position, her snatch slamming down onto her 23rd cock. The thick streams of cum still coating her pussy were now also coating the man’s cock and making obscene slurping and suction noises as she helped the man rape her.

Layla was looking down at her 24th cock now. The man’s eyes rolled back as he grunted, his manhood spewing its load into her cum-soaked cunt. She staggered to the 25th and final man, her sopping-wet cunt easily sliding down his girth. She began bouncing on his lap, moaning for all she was worth.

‘Almost there,’ she thought. ‘Oh please let him cum inside me soon,’ she begged inwardly.

“Kiss me, bitch,” the 25th soldier, a name named Nazim, said to Layla. “I want my tongue inside you while my cock is in you too.” If that turned him on, so be it. Layla leaned over as she ground on top of his dick, her tongue darting into his mouth, kissing him passionately. She was still kissing him passionately and grinding her pussy on his straining shaft when it began twitching inside her, shooting huge spurts of warm jism into her already slimy sex. She almost wept with relief, but she knew she hadn’t won. Not yet. She still had 25 cocks to suck.

She glanced back at Sandy. Poor Sandy, what would they do to her if she lost? She hated that she had to focus only on herself and shove her friend’s fate far from her thoughts. She hated that it was just every girl for herself now. ‘Does that make me a monster?’ she wondered. Should she have just done the noble thing and let Sandy win, take what punishment the sadistic General chose to mete out? Would that noble sacrifice somehow help Layla retain her sanity… help sustain her in the days ahead when she could hardly look at herself in the mirror?

Those were Layla’s recurring thoughts as the rest of the nightmarish competition played itself out. More than two hours later, Layla was finally sucking on the cock of the very last man on her side of the tent. She felt his warm, rigid shaft in her mouth as her jaw rippled, as she sucked and slurped with feverish intensity.

‘Please cum, you bastard. Please cum!’ she thought. Out of the corner of her eye, Layla realized with a start that Sandy was on her last cock too. The busty blonde was sucking with gusto, her hands fondling the man’s balls as she gurgled and took him in balls-deep down her throat.

“AAAAHHH!! Fuuuuuuuck!” Layla’s last soldier shouted. He drew his cock out of her mouth and began spurting his nasty cum all across the girl’s face. Layla had already guzzled down what seemed like five gallons of cum, and more seed covered her hair, forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, and yes, even her breasts, until they gleamed with a slimy sheen. As this last soldier gushed all over the slender brunette, the girl felt a sick sense of relief.

She’d won.

Collapsing on the floor, Layla folded up into a fetal position, dazed and almost numb. Distantly, she heard the rumbling voices of both the General and the Commander.

“It seems we have a winner!” Commander Hakim bellowed. “What is her prize?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” the General Aamir boomed. “She gets to spend the night in your bed.”

Commander Hakim gave a laugh of satisfaction. “That would please me, General. I like your way of thinking. I have been eyeing that sexy brunette slut the last few hours, anyway, and I wouldn’t mind having a fresh pussy to warm my bed tonight.” He shrugged. “We’ll have to get her cleaned up before I receive her back at my harem. She’s as messy as a cum-guzzling whore. Then again, I actually don’t mind messy.” So saying, he knelt down, nudged Layla’s legs apart, pinned her wrists above her head, and began sliding his cock into her slimy snatch. It glided in effortlessly, and he brought his face down for a ferocious kiss, not even caring that her face was still covered in the cum of his men. Even as Hakim raped her, his body atop hers as he flung his hips forward with pulverizing brutality, Layla experienced it all as if she was outside of her own body. It was as if she was a lingering spirit hovering above, looking down at her naked, cum-drenched figure beneath the Commander’s inhuman onslaught.

“AHHH!! You wrung it out of my balls, bitch. Congratulations.” Layla shuddered and then sagged completely limp as she felt the Commander’s sticky, explosive release. His enormous cock twitched and twitched inside of her tainted snatch, adding to the viscous ocean already there. Though neither the rapist or his captive knew it yet, one of his sperm was already on the way to impregnating her. Now he pulled out and stood up. The Commander’s extra jism trickled out of her ruined sex. He leaned down and kissed her gently on the nose, a mocking sign of affection that only further added to the girl’s debasement.

Now Layla just lay there on her back, wrists still above her head. She didn’t even have the energy to move, not even to coil back up into a fetal position. She just lay there, cunt flooded with the cum of more than 25 men, her insides rubbed raw from dozens of raping shafts. Half-dried cum coated almost every pore of skin along her aching body. All she could do was listen, eyes closed, and beg inwardly for relief.

‘Please no more. Please no more, I can’t take it,’ she thought. ‘My pussy needs rest.’ She felt sore and tender in places she hadn’t even known existed.

There was a brief pause, and in the background Layla was barely aware of Sandy’s whimpers and pleas.

“Please, please don’t hurt me,” she mewled.

“What does the blonde bitch get as her punishment, General?” the Commander asked with curiosity coloring each word as he turned toward his fellow warmonger.

The General’s chuckle was like an evil promise. He raised his voice so that everyone in the tent could hear.

“Listen up men, and answer me! Are you all recovered, ready for another round!?”

One hundred men shouted in unison, a resounding YES.

“Would you like to ass-fuck this sexy young bitch next?” Again there was a chorus of affirmation. “Well, Commander, I think the vote on Slave Sandy’s proper punishment is unanimous, don’t you? She keeps the men company tonight as her ‘reward’ for losing.”

“Nooo!!” Sandy wailed. “Please don’t!”

One man had already forced Sandy to her knees. The girl’s big, beautiful tits swayed as he thrust his cock into her pussy to get it lubed up copiously with all the cum still oozing out of her sex. Next, he positioned his cock at the entrance to her ass and began to push inexorably forward.

“No! Please!” Sandy cried, biting her bottom lip hard as the man began thrusting firmly into her ass. Her pretty face tightened with discomfort, her eyes haunted as the man began to fuck her ass at a steady, brutal place. Of Sandy’s earlier cautious optimism, there was now not even a trace. A line began to form behind the man fucking Sandy. The pretty blonde’s groans, punctuated by the occasional slaps of the man’s testicles slamming against her smooth ass cheeks, soon filled the tent.

Meanwhile the dark laughter of the two rebel leaders echoed through the night. Commander Hakim and General Aamir strode side by side now.

“This was a most diverting evening, General. Thank you for arranging it,” Hakim murmured.

“Thank you for allowing me to,” Aamir replied with a broad smile.

Suddenly turning thoughtful, the Commander turned to the General. His narrow face let slip the tiniest of smirks. He turned toward his favorite slave girl, Kareena, who was still moaning, her juices flooding the length of the vibe she was thrusting with a blur of speed in and out of her pussy.

“That is enough, Kareena. Come here and stand beside me.”

The girl quickly removed the vibe from her pussy, turned it off, and stood beside her Master. The girl’s juices gleamed along her inner thighs. Her pussy was still dripping, her nipples harder than ever.

“Yes, Master. What can this slave do for her owner?”

That thoughtful look returned now, and Hakim rubbed his chin as he met Aamir’s gaze.

“Would you like to try out this slave cunt for the evening, General? Think of it as my way of saying ‘Thank you’ and also showing a new appreciation for the need to deepen our level of cooperation and understanding.”

The General’s eyes lit up with delight…and hunger.

“I would be most honored, Commander. Most honored.”

“Take her, then, but do not use her too roughly,” Hakim warned.

The General nodded, his hand sliding around the petite girl’s waist as he pulled her to him. His other hand was already gently cupping her firm, rounded tits, feeling and squeezing those soft, supple breasts with endless excitement. His hard cock pressed against Kareena’s hip and she looked down, all too aware of the pre-cum seeping from the tip of the General’s cock onto her skin.

“Yes, I think you and I will have a very eventful evening together, won’t we, my little slave?”

Kareena tried to open her mouth to reply, but he was already stifling her words with a savage kiss.

“MMMmmmm!!!” Kareena moaned. There was a loud SMACK as he slapped her ass and then dragged her along.

“Come. I will take you to bed now, you cute little whore. We have much FUCKING to do together this night. I will stretch that little pussy of yours and enjoy listening to your squeals. Have you ever had hot wax poured on your clit before? Mmm… I have many fun GAMES to play with you, pussy.”

Speechless, Kareena cast a fleeting glance back at her owner, the Commander, wishing desperately that he had not chosen to lend her out to this more brutal man.

Turning back, the Commander Hakim’s jaw clenched. He now had the General right where he wanted him. The assassination had been painstakingly planned. He would give the General some time to fuck his sexy little slave-girl senseless. Once he had tired himself out with Kareena, once the General slumbered in a post-coitus stupor, then Hakim’s hand-picked men would strike. Yes, they would take care of the bastard once and for all. There was only room for one leader in the Army of the Holy Caliphate of Ajikistan, and it would not be that fat fool.

‘There is no more to be done in preparation for the General’s demise. I may as well enjoy myself,’ Hakim thought to himself. He strode over to Layla, who still just lay there, lifeless. The slender brunette’s eyes were closed, her face, hair, and tits still gleaming with cum. The Commander gently nudged her with his foot. When she barely stirred, Hakim called to Khalif and Ahmed.

“Take this bitch to the baths and get her cleaned up. I want her washed thoroughly. I want perfumes and oils put on her to make her smell extra nice. Then take her to my Tent of Pleasures.” This so-called tent was where he kept the other 13 girls in his harem. Both loyal men nodded. Lifting the lifeless, cum-soaked girl into his arms, Ahmed marched forward, Khalif walking not far behind.

As Hakim strode toward the exit of the tent, he paused to watch his men continue their rape orgy of the gorgeous blonde.

Sandy was grunting as a fifth man began to pump his cock into her ass.

“AAAHHH!!! OHH!!!” Sandy moaned. Another man was kneeling, rubbing her clit helpfully, and it was with some surprise that Hakim noted that the bitch was well on her way to coming. He stayed for a while longer, watching, his cock hardening. Who knew that in the midst of humiliation and pain, a female body could also be thrust into such paroxysms of pleasure? He gazed intently at the sexy blonde as the man’s clit-fondling reached a climax. The blonde’s pretty blue eyes squeezed shut, and her beautiful face contorted with shame and pleasure as the orgasm swept through her.

“Ohhhhhh god, oh god, oh fuck. OHH!!!” Sandy moaned, her cunt’s spasms joined by the sensation of the man behind her thrusting deep, holding his cock firmly in her ass, and exploding with a series of sticky surges that filled the girl’s bowels. After about 30 seconds of cum-spurting rapture, he pulled out, leaving the girl’s gaping rectum dripping with nasty, gooey seed. Another man instantly took his place.

“Please no more. Please, I need to rest!” Sandy squealed. Those were the last words Commander Hakim heard from the girl as he strode from the tent, looking forward to a night of decadent and hedonistic delights. The turbaned Arab leader strode across camp, trying to decide which of the other girls in his harem he should have join him and Layla tonight… perhaps Sharon and Natasha, that Russian slut with the sea green eyes and the big tits. Hakim looked forward to the morning too. With the General soon dead, after all, the two American sluts would be his to own for good. He was just considering all of the enticing possibilities for the night’s continuing pleasures when suddenly, out of nowhere, an explosion rocked the center of the rebel camp.

No, not one explosion, but three. The sentry posts perched on the two opposite hills overlooking camp were now engulfed in fireballs, and gunfire soon followed. All of the sudden the entire camp descended into a maelstrom of death and chaos. Hakim ducked to the sand as he felt a bullet whizz past his head. Shouts, more gunfire, screams and the lurid glow of flames leaped into the night sky.

Hakim’s frantic mind began processing the unthinkable. They were under attack, but from who???

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*I hope you enjoyed the story so far. Part 6, the final conclusion to Captured in Ajikistan, is almost complete and will be posted soon. (One thing I can guarantee: The ultimate fate of all four girls will be revealed.)

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